He Left Me, for Air.

Today is the Jump of Death. I don't know what happened, but I wish I knew why. He loved me. I hope he loved me. I knew him for a couple of months. I knew he was mine as soon as my friend pointed at him. I saw how beautiful he was. I saw how much he enjoyed my company. We would dance together. We would always catch ones eye. Now, the food I have left out for him is sitting atop of the bowl and is disappearing. I understood him and he did me. Who knew it would be this way. This mystery. I could replace him, but I can't. I can't find him. I can't find his body, soul, or anything. I miss him. I don't know how to react to it. I don't understand it. I didn't cry.... I can't. But, would you believe me if I told you this is about a fish? It is. My fish, Warhol.... I woke up today and saw he wasn't in his tank.... nor anywhere on the floor or on the table his bowl lays upon..... Weird, huh? Well, he was a good feesh. Bye bye Baby Warhol.